They need me badly
All the small atoms of hope
In his quite large heart
Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Nod
It would ebb and flow
Much as the tide
One line lapping at the next
Ethereal
The imperceptible presence of salt
A mineral bath for the senses
Our secret
I’m telling you here
If
We sang
Banquet: A Haiku
There is the timing
‘though this feels far from royal
Drama, let us dance
unfamiliar territory
I fear to pray for you
That you’d find your way
Walk up to the things I treasure
And treasure them at the same time
What would I do
If you asked me why
Hide my elation, my faith
No
I prayed for you
I v. Me: A Haiku
I think it was June.
Yes, it was June. Perhaps. Please.
I pray it was June.
eyelash
It strips me of power
And at arm’s length it bids me to wait
While it keeps me in too-clean shirtsleeves
But, does it not prove I have hope
And might it not be rocket fuel
What if it makes truth come true
Once A Girl: A Haiku
My most precious gift
And you sneezed and you shuffled
I gave you my faith
Factuality
I must only conclude ’twas a dream
The looking through crowded glass
Seeing what I wanted to see
Finally
I must tell you, be careful
When you dare look out there
And do dare, but do so
Intentionally
Juice: A Haiku
The grapefruit content
In its pale-pink, amber hue
Never needed orange
Upon Reflection
Hide me, I demand it!
The day has been too loud.
The music was not pretty,
The minutes, rarely proud.A heap-pile in the corner.
A room without a friend.
Hide me, I demand it.
I’ll rest and rise again.
